Innkeeper ! Some more mead!

As Olaf and his beartic brother-in-arm, Thorvald, were about to enter the local tavern, they doubted being at the right place

- Is this really the tavern we were spoke of, Thorvald my friend? It seems to me like a beated down cabin or a refuge for criminals

Thorvald noded

- Indeed my friend, it is here! Mead and Ales we shall drink, now

They both entered the tavern at once. There were broken tables and chairs everywhere as well as shards of broken bottles on the floor. The tavern was if a huge brawl had just occured, some of tables were even burned black

As the two gigantic men entered the tavern, every single customers (which were mostly old drunkards) turned their head to gaze at them. Thorvald and Olaf smiled, as it was exactly the kind of tavern they were looking for.

With his powerfull voice, Olaf shouted:

- I salute thee, seamen and noble drinkers! Innkeeper, may the mead be flowing!